As a result, he really thought about it wrongly and quickly changed the topic and said, "It's still early, let's go out for a walk!"

"What's there to do to visit?" Zeng Lengling really felt that it was meaningless to wander around the town. No matter how prosperous it was, it could still be as good as the county.

"Local snacks!" Fang Dajun shouted for granted. Every time he went to a place, if he didn't taste the special snacks, he would be sorry for his life.

He was very excited, but Zeng Lengling didn't even have sex, so he pulled down his face and went out together.

"Hey, there are many things here that are not even in Beidou, and I have never seen them in the county." Fang Dajun said strangely. In theory, the food culture in this county should not be much different.

"What's the matter? Because I'm close to Rong County, the west of the town was affected by that side." Zeng Lengling snorted, finally looking for some of the style of looking for cadres.

Fang Dajun then realized that Rongxian was already Yancheng, and there were some differences in both accent and diet.

The food culture in Zhenxi is really rich, and there are quite a variety of tofu, including tofu brain, tofu, tofu, dried tofu, and dried tofu. There are several types of dried tofu, one is smoked, one is braised after drying, and the other is roasted.

There is also a kind of canned sausage that looks very expensive, but it is only a little more expensive than tofu.

Beef soup is popular in the local area, which is clear soup beef, which surprised him. There are few cases of cooking beef like this.

Although it was a restaurant for dinner, the dishes were relatively simple. The local side soup actually had sour soup, that is, add some vinegar to boiling water and sprinkle some chopped green onions. This is free. But it is no longer the same as the custom of Beidou.

It can be concluded that Zhenxi's food culture is actually in the process of revival. His guess has come true. The purchase here is actually not much different from Beidou, but because of the better environment and climate, more grain is planted in the same area, making Zhenxi's living conditions better.

Early the next morning, he went to the Zhenxi People's Government. In fact, it was just a three-story yard with a letter of introduction from Wang Hongwen. It was easy to see Wang Guoqiang, but he didn't expect to have an impression of him.

"Aren't you at the guesthouse last time?" Wang Guoqiang asked in confusion as soon as he met.

Since I had an impression of him, the matter would be easy to deal with. Fang Dajun said, "Well, we met at Renyi Guesthouse last time..."

This meeting had nothing to do with the officialdom. He was not here to be a lobbyist or to attract allies for Wang Hongwen, but to establish relationships for himself. What he had finally talked about was not known to outsiders.

But those who are interested still noticed that he stayed in the office for nearly two hours. Finally, Wang Guoqiang personally sent him downstairs.

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"Manager, let's just leave?" the Tang brothers asked in confusion. They hadn't even seen the cow.

"Well, I'm in a hurry to go back and make money now!" Fang Dajun did not explain much. It turns out that the plan cannot keep up with the changes. The foundation is the most important thing. The foundation is unstable and even if it is a little bit difficult, it cannot be used.

When Renyi arrived, the two parted ways. Fang Dajun rushed back to Beidou, and the two began to run to the townships of Renyi County, sweep the monkey tickets and investigate the market.

It was October 13th, and the construction of the cement factory started on the 3rd. Ten days have passed. I don’t know what it is now. I have been away from home for more than ten days. Although it is easy outside, it is still not as comfortable as at home.

I smiled, but I didn't expect that he would integrate into this era and into this hometown so quickly!

After the bus passed the new farm, he became excited as soon as he boarded the winding highway, and the atmosphere on the bus became lively. Nowadays, those who can go out with passenger buses are either urban household registration and have the advantage of the indigenous people, or they are cadres themselves, or they have cadres at home.

In terms of experience, it is naturally much better than the villagers who are busy earning work points every day.

But when an old man wearing a Red Army hat was shouting, "Beidou set up a cement factory in front of him, and construction started at the beginning of the month. In the future, it will be convenient for us to buy cement in Shehong Town." Shehong Town, which is the next market town of Beidou, is already under the jurisdiction of Shou County next door. The border town is nearly half smaller than Beidou, and there are only three communes in total. The people of Shehong sometimes go to Beidou to go to the market because the market days of the two towns are separated, one is double number and the other is single number. As long as you have money, you can go to the market every day.

The price of cement is relatively transparent. You can buy a large bag for two yuan in scattered amounts of 100 pounds. This way, a ton costs 40 yuan. However, if you buy goods directly in the factory, you can calculate it at the wholesale price of 30 yuan per ton.

"What? Beidou has set up a cement factory!" An old farmer said, saying that there were not a lot of passengers on the car, and there were only about twenty people in total.

"What's going on? I didn't hear the news when I went to Beidou Market after the month. I went to Zi County to play where my daughter played for half a month before I came back." The person who answered the conversation was a middle-aged man, and his words specifically stated that he had been there for half a month in his daughter. The suspicion of making face was too obvious, and the current environment is the same.

The Red Army Hat, who spoke first, took the conversation, "You are asking the right person for this matter. My wife is from Jixiang Commune. Her surname is Tang, and she is still a relative of Jixiang. The cement factory was built in Jixiang Commune, saying that it was the leader of Jiaoshan Commune and the five communes collectively carried out.

That was quite a bit of noise. The first day I slaughtered two fat pigs and rice and white flour. I heard that all the Beidou grain stations were empty. The stonemason alone invited more than 200 people. Hundreds of workers were busy every day. They were free to take lunch and enough to eat, and they could take them home."

"Can this good thing happen? Can the communes below have so much money?" The old farmer obviously didn't believe it.

In fact, only three or four people were talking, all not far from Beidou. The other passengers who arrived at the terminal were all listening to the fun, alleviating the fatigue of the journey and did not interrupt.

Fang Dajun sat in the back seat because he was carrying a big backpack and did not interrupt at this time. As the main owner, he now heard outsiders talking about cement factory. This feeling was so good. Of course, if you were talking bad things, it would be a tragedy. At present, the situation is pretty good.

"I don't know if there is money, but you can't make pork and white flour every day." The Red Army Hat said confidently.

The middle-aged man who had gone out to play for half a month responded, "What about recruiting workers?"

"Why don't you ask?" The Red Army Cap became more energetic. He was a talkative person. No one answered. He felt uncomfortable when he was mentally unconscious. "There are fifty formal workers and hundreds of temporary workers, but we shouldn't think about it. There are people in other people's commune."

The middle-aged man was obviously a little disappointed, but replied: "That's a good thing. The factory is so close, you have to use cement in the future. You can carry it back after a trip."

"Isn't that?" the old farmer also answered, "Let's buy more people together, and it will save a lot of money."

The chat continued, all the words were said, and the news about the cement factory was gossiped a lot. I have to say that a factory had a profound impact on this area, and even the area of ​​the next town was affected.

"Look at it, everyone, there are so many workers in the cement factory!" The Red Army Cap shouted excitedly, and the man had already fallen to the window, as if proving that he was naturally not lying.

Fang Dajun also moved his butt to the window and was shocked. In just ten days, the site had changed drastically. The stones had piled up like mountains, bricks were piled up at least half a mile along the side of the road. The temporary shed and canteen had been created. The pool to the high ground had started construction and the foundation was already ready.

The site below is one-third larger than before, all the messy big stones are gone, and the workers are busy laying the foundation.

He guessed that after using vermicelli to exchange cement, he could start construction of the Dali Kiln and high-smoke cooking, and officially produce cement at the beginning of next month.

"Master, I'll get off the cement factory in front."

"Okay!" The driver replied, slowing down.

As soon as his shout came out, he immediately attracted the attention of the Red Army Cap, but the time was too short. Before several people could ask questions, he packed up his bag and walked to the car door. The bus stopped.

When the car door opened, a large group of people came around in the venue, shouting: "It's Director Fang who is back!"

But I don’t know who was sharp-eyed. I saw him in the car. This shout caused an uproar. The car started to stir. The Red Army Cap even slapped his thigh and shouted: “Oh, I missed it!”

At this time, Fang Dajun had already got out of the car, and the big bag he was carrying was immediately rushed to pick him up. More than a dozen people greeted him warmly, and more people ran over here.

This surprised him extremely. Why did he feel more popular after he left for more than ten days and after he came back?

"Everyone will disperse first, don't block the driveway."

It took a while for the crowd to disperse, and the atmospheric passenger bus drove away slowly, but the car became more lively. The Red Army Caps said something about him before, because they were afraid that no one would believe it. Now what everyone saw with their own eyes is, and it is even more convincing to say it.

"Dajun, you're back." Yang Chuntao squeezed up. When Fang Dajun was away, she temporarily became the head of the cement factory. Her special identity was so strong that she could suppress the situation.

Fang Dajun hadn't even reacted, "Baobao, what's going on?"

At this time, the workers had dispersed. When he figured out the matter clearly, he was talking. Unfortunately, it was half afternoon now, and Li Yulan's family had already returned, and the prepared candy candy can't be delivered for the time being.

"It's not Hongwen who told you about your equipment credit." Yang Chuntao said proudly. The more capable the army, the happier she was. This is her godson, and she is a family.

Fang Dajun was stunned. Hearing the meaning of this, it must be that the refrigeration equipment was solved. This is a great joy, "What did Secretary Wang say?"

"Hongwen..." Yang Chuntao explained the matter.

During this period, Fang Dajun blushed many times. Why is this version very different from what he did? Isn’t this an exaggeration? The real situation is that he happened to meet Su Jun who sold news, and then imitated the matter of milk and got in touch.

But when Yang Chuntao's mouth came, he became a wise man. He finally influenced the real owner, cried and asked for credit, and even extended the deadline until the end of next year.

Isn't this a nonsense? Who is playing with praise? It turned out to be a message from Wang Hongwen. What's going on? He is a little confused. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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